Steak

Lately I've been getting these calls from the same 404 phone number. They call at least a couple times a week and never leave a message... ever. I was annoyed but today I thought, "whoever this is, they are incredibly persistent about whatever information they don't want to leave in a message." I chose to put my ponderings to investigative efforts and typed the phone number into google to see what I could find. Apparently TONS of other people have been getting these "stalker" calls. I laughed out loud when I read all the angry comments about how many times the mystery number calls and never leaves messages. One poor schmuck just said, "8 calls.... 2 days."
Anyway, from what I can tell it is a steak company trying to telemarket their stuff. Persistent steak selling.

Dad

My dad is 52, balding, and has been described as "A tomato with legs". I love him for reasons children tend to love their parents... Maybe it's a defense of the psyche to love your parents. You find yourself so much like them without trying, and if they've lived that long, they must be doing something you should be doing. Anyway, everyday I find myself more and more freakishly like my dad. There are some striking differences, though.

My dad informed us on our way to the Esterline Christmas party of a few points of interest concerning his evolving musical tastes.
His favorite song used to be "No Diggity, No Doubt" until this year... now it is, "All the Single Ladies" (But he also likes the Lollipop song)
Whether or not he understands what he is listening to is unclear. Then there is my personal favorite quote from the day:
"Lil' Wayne is the greatest musician of all time"
-- personally I might have gone with something more cliche like The Beatles. Or what about someone like Mozart? Or even my favorite Louis Armstrong? But as I mentioned earlier, I'm only 21, what do I know? Lil' Wayne it is.

When I saw him today he had a dead deer just lying in the grass of our front lawn. I said, "Dad, why's there a dead animal in the yard?" He said, "I'm going to take the fur for a nice coat". He won't. But the image of him wearing deer fur kind of makes me laugh. When I asked him where Grandma Kresse was and why she wasn't at Christmas he said, "oh she went missing about a year ago... No one's seen her" I asked, "Why didn't anyone tell me?" He replied, "Didn't think it was important. Someone will find her eventually." "Is anyone LOOKING for her?" and he thought for a minute and said, "I think so..."

I don't know why, but some of the things he says (in retrospect) are too funny for me not to record. There are too many stories he has told me. I never know what's the truth, actually. It's a bit ridiculous.